This blog is about me, the good, the bad, the ugly. Its where I post about life, love, struggles, friends and things God is doing. I'm finding out what being me is all about. I'm finding out what it is I wanna do. I'm finding out just where all my passions Lie. It's falling into place now one piece at a time. I'm finding out who I am, what I love, where I belong. It's all about me being Just Me and Nothing More.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Outreach
The past few weeks have been kind of crazy. There has been a lot of hype, even thought about taking my blog down at one point. There was some person stuff going on and I wasn't sure what exactly I was going to do about it so I stopped. I talked to friends and I prayed. It wasn't long before God had answered. I asked him to show me what to do about my blog, asked him to show me weather it was worth continuing to write or if I should give up completely. It took exactly a week for the love and blessing to start pouring in. It was mostly from friends, encouraging me to keep writing, telling me that my story was one worth telling but there was one email, from a girl I had never met that really hit me hard. So just when I am ready to quit blogging all together, to shut it down and not look back I get an email from a 16 year old girl. She used to cut, she had been abused, she was struggling. She was looking for a friends web page and stumbled upon my blog by mistake. She read every post on my blog. All 95 of them and decided if God that if could help me then he could help her. She gave her life to Christ after reading my blog. This blows my mind. I never guessed in a million years I would have that kind of impact on someone I have never even met. That was my answer. That was what turned the tides for me. I started thinking not about the criticism and the mean, mocking comments but about the difference I was making. Someone somewhere is reading this blog. They are reading my words and seeds are being planted, encouragement is being sent out and my story is being shared and I may not know now what kind of impact that has but at the same time I don't need to know. It is enough to know that good things are happening, weather I can see that or not. In the end it was a reminder from God of the gift he has given me to write, love and reach out to those who are walking where I have walked.